I can make love to The Beach Boys Love You
Do it again to Heroes and Villains
I can have sex
To Joe Tex and Who's Next
But I can't make love to Bob Dylan
I can be me if it's AC/DC
You got Little Feat? Baby, I'm willin'
I'll thrive in the sack
To your Massive Attack
But I can't make love to Bob Dylan
I can’t make love to Bob Dylan
It's partly his voice
It gives me no choice
But to focus on what he is saying
And it's partly the drone
As he goes on and on
With his lay lady lay lady layin'
I can Bang a Gong to Ride A White Swan
I find T Rex sex the most thrillin’
I can bop till I drop
To the 4 Tops and Cornershop
Still I can't make love to Bob Dylan
I’ll lie on my back for Roberta Flack
Being killed by a song is fulfilling
But I can't get it on
With Blonde upon Blonde
Cos I can't make love to Bob Dylan
I can’t make love to Bob Dylan
It's partly his voice
Cos it gives me no choice
But to focus on what he is saying
And it's partly the drone
As he goes on and on
With the tambourine song that he's playin'
If it's from Brazil, maybe Gilberto Gil
That's cool, and I'll chill to some Gillan
But turn off the iPod
When shuffle hits my God
I’m put off my stroke
By the sound of his Folk
No, I can't make love to Bob Dylan
